Amidst the trees in Katyn’s forest, gentle breezes blow,With sounds of echoing whispers, of many years ago.Branches reaching, entangled with bloody secrets of the pastAs if to tell the passer-by that steps across their shadows cast,

“Braci do not forget about us when you speak of honor and war.For we were all silenced and buried beneath this earthly floor.Kozielsk, Starobielsk, and Ostaszkov sealed our road to deathAnd the bloody Katyn massacres stole from us our last breath.

The Bolshevik enemy slaughtered us, taking all our best,Then laid us all together here for quiet, eternal rest.Clad in Polish uniforms and our hands tied behind our backsOur lifeless bodies fell atop each other in this cowardly attack.

And so we remain brothers in arms enchained until the end of time.We died with honour and integrity and were guilty of no crime.Only the spirits of this almighty forest and the triggered handWitnessed the brutality as we marched to our last command.

We were a threat to the cowards who silenced us with gunsBut our legacy will survive through our daughters and our sons.Our heavy hearts ached as we silently whispered goodbyeAnd hoped someday that our destiny would emerge from the twisted lie.

The soul of our nation was bled deeply into this groundBut surfaced three years later when finally we were found.Out of bloodied pits of bodies our truth was finally set freeAnd the forest of Katyn holds the truth in every branch of every tree.

Braciszku pamietaj to tell the passer-by our spirit never died.They took our lives but not our dignity nor our pride.All the bullets in the east could not destroy our nations loveOur earthly march is over but we still hold our posts above.

As long as the forest grows our memory it will feedAnd will always be a reminder of Bolshevik greed.Katyn holds nothing of who we were nor our mortal soulsBut will always be remembered for the Soviet’s murder of Poles.